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Day 6 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Forks

WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉

Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.

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Day 6 | April 6th | Forks

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Forks

Separated but together

Close but not touching

Works as one

True cooperation

Solid base of support

Accomplishes mission

Gives a lesson

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Lana O'Neill
Lana O'Neill
Apr 23, 2021

DAY 6- FORKS (written on day 23)

A raw thought teases

I lean in

It falls away

Like an unstick pin


I troll my brain

Dredge for light

But I’ve gone too deep

Caught writer’s blight


For eighteen days

The FORKS fight back

Inspiration

Flees attack


I deke, shift plans

Try styles untouched

FORKS won’t bend

Their path hides much


Blind with fog

I cede the game

Then sparks flare up

Feed thoughts to flame


WRITTEN BY LANA O’NEILL APRIL, 2021

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A Way of Becoming


Sitting in silence

listen, feel, observe, create

redefine a life.

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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 11, 2021
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Brevity. Clarity. Good job.

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Day 7 Poetry Challenge A Way of Becoming by Kathie Sutherland


every morning she becomes new

opens her eyes to real moments

senses soul in the mirror of imagery


soul is not sensible but fluid and loose


soul is a wave of belly bump

and shivers up the spine

arm hairs lift, goose flesh pimples


every morning she becomes new

opens her eyes to other worlds

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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 07, 2021

April 6th – Forks


Forks in the road

Forks in the kitchen

If you only have spoons

Quit yer bitchin’


Forks cannot hold

The best part of the soup

But they will strain the meat

From the rest of the goop


If you should drop a fork

My grandma once said

You’re going to get company

Best make up the bed


Two roads diverged

The poet’s rhyme

So go one way today

And the next another time!


Don’t run with a fork

-Wait!- or is that a knife?

Fall, either way

It could change your life.


You might think this lame

My words might confuse

Well, all I can say

Spoon, knife, and fork you!


© Linda J. Pedley April…

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